[Despite the crude response, Jade just shrugs Kainé's expletives off and lays there for a bit, trying to reorient herself. There was only so much information she was able to retain from that servant before she'd written off everything they said as irrelevant, and prioritized trying to find a way out instead.

[What she needs to do, she thinks, is find a portal. Perhaps the same one that brought her here. But first she needs to address her fever so she doesn't die... or worse, transform.

[It takes a few seconds to hear the sound of something heavy setting nearby. Jade draws her hand from her face, her head turning so her good eye could look over the mattress and recognize the makeshift backpack.]

You found it? Ahh, many thanks. [Jade nods as she sits upright, pulling the bag towards her and rummaging through it. The sound of an assortment of glass clink together before she pulls out a large, milky white bottle.

[Making a face, she pops open the cork and downs its contents, chugging it as fast as possible. There's a lingering bitter scent after, and the twist in Jade's expression more than conveys the experience as an unpleasant one.]

You'd think an apothecarius would've figured out how to make that shit not taste like undead spit by now, but noooo. [Jade mutters, wiping her mouth with the back of her glove to hold back a gag. In a matter of seconds, the skeletal patterns over her visible skin already starts to fade, bit by bit.]